Master Chief And The Arbiter Novels & Stories

But beneath that surface, Jack could sense something vast and terrible, like glimpsing a whale's shadow from a tiny boat. "Jack Miller." Her voice created ripples in reality itself. "The Anomaly. The Bridge. The one who purifies what should not be purified." "I prefer 'Jack.'" He kept his voice steady despite every instinct demanding he run. "You have a name?" "I am the Arbiter. I speak for those who sleep beneath the waves." She tilted her head, studying him like a scientist examining an interesting specimen. "You have sixty-three hours, forty-seven minutes remaining. In that time, you must answer three questions."

Becoming the Master of the Bright Light Academy seemed like a daunting task, and I couldn't fathom why the system had chosen such a quest for me. Seeking clarity, I turned to Albert for insight. "Albert, who currently serves as the master of the Bright Light Academy?" I inquired. Albert's response was sobering. "Master Bowan holds that title. He's at the Early Master stage of Cultivation, but his methods are notorious for their cruelty. He's known to resort to torture if his students fail to meet his demands."

Why would a single spirit master enter a group stage? Why wouldn't he try to command them to take advantage of the natural superiority of the mission only to taste bitter refusal? The answer came in a form of a slap. The spirit master slapped one of Chief's attendants. A white glow passed through his palms and the attendant fell unconscious. "You!" Furious, the chief stood up while slamming his desk when suddenly, cold sweat trickled down his forehead and his pupils were contracted due to the breath of death which suddenly surrounded him. The spirit master had raised his finger, indicating him to shut up.

Philip said to Raven, “Forget it, he’s just a normal person without any practice. Don’t make things difficult for him. Let’s go.” Raven followed Philip out of the room without hesitation. After they walked out of the room, Young Master Godard's face changed. “It's interesting that a nine-star powerhouse and an eight-star powerhouse actually killed the big boss here.” There was not a trace of arrogance on Young Master Godard’s face but a triumphant look instead. With a wave of his hand, two men in black robes walked in. “Young Master, should we follow the two of them?” Young Master Godard said, “Of course, but you need to stay far away. Those two people’s practice level is unfathomable. Maybe

My brain refuses to connect the dots. “Are you saying—” I swallow, mouth dry. “Are you saying Humphrey is the one who had Elijah turned into a hybrid? That she’s—” I swallow, unable to say it. But I force it out. “She’s the master?” “One and only.” He grins, eyes too wide, too bright. “And, of course she did. Ledger is pretty tough. Master only picks the strongest fighters for her army.” My stomach turns to lead. My fingers go numb.

After Mr. Hastings presented the ring to the mysterious figures, a heavy silence enveloped the chamber. Finally after a brief pause, the figure seated in the middle, on a throne-like chair,rose to his feet. The figure's face was concealed by the darkness and cloak. With piercing intensity, he scrutinized the ring in Mr. Hastings' hands. It was evident, judging by his authoritative aura, that the figure was the head of the council, known as the Supreme Master. As the Supreme Master took his gaze away from the ring, he turned his attention towards the entrance, where two cloaked figures stood guard. And then with a silent command, the Supreme Master signaled to the guards.

"I'm so sorry Master, I didn't mean to peek. I was just trying to get fresh air and then I saw that man kneeling down and then..." "Shut up." He glared, cocking his gun and pointing it at her head. "I hate when people peek or eavesdrop on things. Things they're not supposed to hear. How many lives do you have Bambi?" He asked. "None. I thought I had a life but right now seeing the situation I'm in Master. I don't have a life." She mumbled and he nodded, bringing the gun down. She was his after all and sooner or later he'd make sure she would become as docile as they all come to be after he was done with them.

No matter what happened, he will always have the upper hand and the last say in the situation. 'Maybe this was really all that was written in my fate. I am used to this kind of set up anyway. So I don't think it would be an issue. Well at least, now, my master is a boy witch and not a devil incarnate.' Abby thought to herself as she realized how she escaped her years of servant ship with her abusive stepfamily, only to end up entering mastership to another person. Meanwhile, taking Abby's lack of response as a sign that he was actually winning the argument, Eugene gave himself a private laugh. But outside, he retained the dead-serious expression that he had been sporting on his face.

One moment, he is enjoying a good fuck from an Alpha, and the next moment—here he is, trying his best not to skin himself alive. There are voices inside his head that are way louder than his own voice. Those voices keep on reminding him that he is an Omega—just an Omega. The lowest of the lowest. The ‘thing’ who’s only goal in life is to be played by those fucking Alphas. A nothing. A sudden crawl of goosebumps invaded his whole body. He can literally feel how hard his heart is hammering inside his chest. He called Cross ‘master’. Master. He looks at his reflection once again and laughs hysterically.

Master Series: My Alpha King My Master (Book 1) Written by ©️ Ifeoma Isabella Okeke (Omaisabella) All Rights Reserved. 2021 Chapter 1 KINGDOM OF FAIRY: Somewhere Within the Fairy Kingdom..... A dark clothed figure was seen running and jumping fastly on roof tops, making silent noise. Some group of people, about 10, on horseback, were seen chasing after the dark clothed figure. "The thief is on the rooftop, do not lose him!" one of them yelled out, pointing at the thief, not caring if his voice woke up the entire village.